OverThinking

*After You Left Me* The silence didn't stay quiet for long. It became a crowded room full of "what ifs" and "if onlys." I spend my hours dissecting every word we ever spoke, looking for the exact moment the frequency changed, trying to solve a puzzle that no longer has all its pieces. It’s an ambient loop that never stops, a constant, rhythmic cycle of retracing my steps until the floor is worn thin. I analyze the way you looked away, the tone of your last message, and the a thousand different versions of how I could have made you stay. I’m building entire worlds out of things that don't even matter anymore. I know the past is a closed door, but I’m still standing here, staring at the wood grain, wondering if I turned the handle the wrong way. My head is a city that never sleeps, loud with the noise of *Overthinking* , while the rest of the world is dreaming. I’m exhausted from a journey I’m taking without ever moving an inch..... --- *Overthinking*